When I was 11, I realised that I did not have to live the life my mother had: school, marriage, children, apartment, summer house.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mom always made sure I lived my life as a regular kid.
I was kind of a misfit, and when my mother died, I had to become an adult, something that I never thought I would ever be.
Despite my mother saying I have been destined to be an actress my whole life, I remember being the kid who grew up not knowing what I wanted to do with my life.
After my father died when I was seven and my mother entered into an abusive relationship, I shuffled between houses - staying with friends, families from church, and relying on the kindness of teachers and people throughout my community to help me grow up essentially without parents.
When I was growing up, my mother would take me to plays and museums, and we'd talk about life. Those times helped shape who I became.
My childhood was kind of complicated. I have an older sister, but my father, my mother's husband, died when I was four years old. So I only had my mum and sister, really.
My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.
I wanted to have a personal life that I fully inhabited, not because I am such a great mom, but for me.
My childhood was bittersweet in many ways. We moved around a lot. By the time I was 10, I had travelled thousands of miles, often on my own. My parents were like my friends, so it felt like I didn't really have parents at all. But in a crazy way that was very liberating. It forced me to be independent, maybe a leader, and certainly a survivor.
I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I wanted to be with my family and wanted to see my 11-year-old son grow up.